Rose Detective Agency Book Nook Novels & Stories

Emma gulped as her mind jogged back to the unexpected event of the night before. Nothing happened last night! Nothing had happened between them. Which was a relief of course! But it's confusing as well. With the petals of roses scattered across the room like a carpet of love, scented candles and a huge bottle of champagne on the bed, Emma expected Kevin to sleep with her, ravage her like a fucking monster he's— she had seen the way he looked at her when they were together in the car but much to her surprise, he didn't.

This night wasn’t going to end without a fight. ***Janice*** I observed Rosie with the precision of a hawk circling its prey. She was fumbling with the television setup for the karaoke, her movements too deliberate, too calculated. My instincts as a prosecutor kicked in immediately—this wasn’t just about karaoke. Then, Eino appeared, intercepting her with the grace of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. He took something from her hand—a drive. My mind raced. If my suspicions were correct, that drive contained intimate footage of Raven and Hyacinth, captured without their consent. A clear violation of privacy laws, not to mention a potential criminal offense.

Then, my eyes scanned the page from top to bottom. There, written in an old, black-ink stamp, was a caption: STATUS: TERMINATED PRIORITY: MAIN (Immediate execution before data leak spreads) AGENT IN CHARGE: - AGE: - METHOD: Hit-and-run accident (Case closed, perpetrator not found). I turned to the next page with hands that were starting to feel cold, hoping to find more information. However, what we found was… Rose caught her breath beside me. I could feel her body suddenly go rigid as we turned to the next page.

Present Day – Wednesday Morning The client meeting with Caroline Hartley was at two o'clock. By ten AM Emma already knew it was not going to happen. Rosa had escalated the missing notebook to the evidence room supervisor, which was procedure, which Emma had known would happen and had not tried to prevent because preventing it would have looked worse than the missing notebook itself. The supervisor had noted it in the case management system, which meant it was now a formal record, which meant Morrison would see it in his morning case review.

Rosella’s POV I stepped onto the red carpet leading to the entrance of Luxe Noir. Up close, the club didn’t just look expensive, it looked like a fortress built on ego and blood money. Two huge men stood at the entrance like statues, their faces blank and unsmiling. One of them held a sleek silver device that looked like a futuristic wand. “Scan-Tech 360,” the man on the left grunted, waving the wand over my body. It beeped steadily, while I kept my face a mask of bored perfection.

"Just Black Rose business. The usual chaos." She didn't look convinced but she didn't push, and I was grateful for that. We sat there in the quiet, the afternoon light streaming through the window and painting everything in shades of gold and amber. She started telling me about the book she'd been reading, some mystery novel that Elias had sworn she'd enjoy, and I found myself listening not to the words but to the sound of her voice, the way it rose and fell with her enthusiasm. "And then the detective realizes the killer has been right there the whole time, hiding in plain sight," she said, her hands moving as she spoke, animated in a way I rarely got to see. "I didn't see it coming at all.

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Still, she found nothing out of the ordinary. Dismayed, Roselle sighed. "What am I doing?" she murmured to herself. Realizing that she was just being ridiculous, Roselle decided to return all the books when her eyes caught another book stained with blood. This time the book was located in the centre of the shelf. Roselle stared at it intently, not rushing to pull it off the rack. She told herself rationally that it was probably just a coincidence and would more likely than not be the same as the other books. Probably someone injured had touched the books not realizing that they stained it with their blood. But Roselle's curiosity won over and she reached out for it.

“Sheila! Sheila, I’m here!” “Get lost, thief!” Rose barked, and slammed the door. He stood staring at the wood grain, stunned and seething. He kicked the door. “I’m not a thief!” “Damn it,” he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. He stalked back to his car, slid in, and dialed. “Agatha,” he snapped the moment she answered, “where’s the book—the one with the recipes?” “I’m at your place, Kelly,” she said evenly.

A smile graces her face as she continues her approach, but unexpectedly, she veers towards Rose's desk, grabbing her notebook. Rose, taken aback by Alexa's actions, stares at her in disbelief and pleads, "Give me the notebook." Alexa grins mischievously and retorts, "It's mine now." Puckering her eyebrows in frustration, Rose insists, "But my name is written on it. Please, Alexa..." She tries to take back her book, but Alexa takes a step back, keeping it out of reach.